The devil is a lie

 I should have gotten up and went to church on this warm and glorious day.

The devil think’s that he has me, but it’s okay.

Even though I didn’t go; he didn’t get his way.

God is the author and the finisher of my life; he has the final say.

I have to get my act together; God’s will and way, I have to obey.

Come what will; come what may, I have to continually pray.

For all of my mistakes; I’m the one that will have to pay.

So that old devil has to go away.

 I refuse to let him dictate my life; I will not let him stay.